Last night we went out to eat dinner and there was a family there whose son was dressed up like something.  I’m not hip on my superheroes or costumes, so I don’t know what he was. 

I know kids go through phases of things they want to wear all the time.  However, Will and I made a pact, solidified with a pinky swear, that there is no salad worth having if Olivia has one of these phases.